Today I darned Daddy's socks and sewed a button on his shirt. He calls himself a tailor, but he can't even mend his own clothes! Please, Daddy. I'm not your wife!
Only a few more days until the Concours, and I still can't play it perfectly. What am I to do?
I know Daddy is wishing me well from far away, so I must try my very best. Don't worry, Daddy. I'll make you proud.